Friday, August 5, 2011

Everywhere, always explanation

Let's start from the beginning, the title: everywhere, always means that most of the time we are subject to lose ourselves anywhere, and at any time.

First stanza:

Dangling feet

grazing November’s scrubs,

at the poppy's penumbra

a necropolis of desires.

Well, as you can read, here there is a man whose dangling feet are grazing scrubs, because he ishanged; he also represents the necropolis of desires because as Schopenhauer said as long as humanity exists their life will be filled with desires. At the poppy's penumbra because he is so small in front of the world that he can stay hanged from a poppy's stem.

Second stanza:

I could be dead or alive

what will the Universe feel?

I'm straw, dried straw

without lymph,

I only wait to parch

and become dull ash.

"I only wait to parch and become dull ash" means that when people dies the differences between one another fall apart: no more rich or poor, white or black, all without names and identity.

Third stanza:

What am I holding in my fist?

Love, a mother

freedom, fleeting health

dreams and wishes,

the sky over my head

and a rope around my neck;

"Fist" when we own something we hold it in our hands, and the things that this man owns are what a man usually wants. But Death own him as well.

Fourth stanza:

I don't blame, I don't accuse

if today I'm writing here,

life is an unconscious gift,

a radio whispering

for who?

I don't know,

inside my fist

I've got everything

that a sane man will ask

ready to parch;

"I don't blame, I don't accuse if today I'm writing here" we cannot accuse anyone if we live in this world. "A radio whispering for who?" a radio generally doesn't whisper, but in this case it does because human life is as feeble as a whisper and most of the time nobody listens to us.

"I've got everything...ready to parch" one day everything we own will eventually come to an end.

Fifth stanza:

Ashes and dust

will fall as hourglass' sand

from my wrinkled hands,

unveiling that everything

is nothing:

where am I?

We can own everything, but without owning ourselves what do we really have?

So this is my explanation of the poem. I hope this will help you to fully understand it.

Last thought about poetry analysis during my GCSEs xD Rocked it though ;)

I like your analysis, although I feel there is far more to be gotten out of this poem. For example, what he holds in his "fist", are all things that he could have possibly thought for, to end his existence in such a way where he finds himself soon to become nothing.